Members of my family will tell you I am known for my vivid dreams and my ability to remember and report on every single dreamy detail. Last evening I had–dare I say it?–a nightmare. It involved a casting director I know. Only once before have I dreamed of a casting director. In that instance, I dreamt that she called me on a Sunday morning while I was away on vacation. She wanted me to come in straight away to audition for TV show 30 Rock. ”What? What?! I can’t hear you!”, I hollered into my hallucinated handset. The voice on the phone was breaking up due to poor dream cell phone coverage. ”I can’t! I’m a five-hour drive away!”, I shouted into the phone. The CD indicated this was the only day they would be holding auditions for this great opportunity, and it was very important to them and their image that I attend. I awoke in a cold sweat. What could this mean?
In this most recent vision, I had been called to an audition and I was on my way to do just that. It was a voice over audition being held inside a stilt-raised home overlooking a vast wheat field. There was a lovely gravel pathway leading to the front door. Inside, it was very sparsely appointed, with most rooms having no furnishings to speak of. I walked the length of the long windowed hallway to a room at its conclusion and opened the door to find the CD sitting with four individuals on an electric blue sectional sofa. ”Oh great! You’re here”, she commented. ”You’ll be the alternate today, so I don’t know if you’ll actually get to read.” I was aghast as I looked around. The other talent in the room had no voice over experience whatsoever (How did I know this? I don’t know… it’s one of those dream-facts that is given knowledge.) and I was being relegated to a maybe-read. It was very discomforting.
Again, what could this mean? It has been a few weeks since I was last called to an audition. Could I be paranoid? Am I simply experiencing feelings of insecurity that are manifesting themselves in a dreamworld? Perhaps my dreams know something I do not.
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